I don't always love titling my entries in this so called 'blog'. Sometimes I just don't want to. Sometimes there isn't anything I want to call it.
This morning while leaving the house I forgot my snacks and lunch on the counter. So there are now two luke ward Slim Fast strawberry drinks and one not so frozen anymore frozen Healthy Choice pizza. Which tastes amazing. But by now awful. I am so sad that I did this. Sometimes I am so busy here at the office that I don't have time to go out to lunch and that's why I bring stuff. And sometimes I don't even have lots of time to actually eat, so that's why I do the Slim Fast. And I HATE wasting things. I hate that the pizza is now unedible. I went to the airport the other day to pick up a friend and put a quarter in the meter (for 15 minutes of parking time). Well it turned out it didn't take any longer than 2 minutes. I literally had a sick feeling in my stomach for a few minutes about that wasted quarter. You see, when I parked there was still 4 minutes left on the meter from the previous user...I hate that I lost that quarter. I'm not cheap, don't get the wrong idea. I just hate wasting. I'm feeling a little anxious just thinking about the quarter actually.
Speaking of the airport...Jimmy is coming home today! He and the kids have been in Florida for the past several days. I'm glad he's able to have time with the kids, but I miss him very much when he's gone. Another reason I'm glad he's coming home...I've had Murphy (his miniature dachshund) for the time he's been gone. It's hard being a single mom to two little puppies. I'm not crazy about Murphy. I've discovered that I'm not really a dog person. I'm a Rex person. I just like the one dog. It's hard to get attached to another dog when the one I have is so super awesome. But they're great friends and they love being together. So it's been good for Rex. But hard for me. Murphy is not trained on a leash, and this poses a problem because Rex is. It's difficult to walk a dog when they won't walk. I mean, I put her collar and leash on her and that's her cue to stay still, and not walk. And so I drag her, because I think that eventually she'll get tired of it and catch on. No. She just stumbles along resisting the whole way. Which leads me to say bad bad words. So I'm not messing with it anymore. I'll put her out the back door, and if she doesn't come back, then I'll look for her for a little while. Unfortunately, she always comes back. I know this sounds so cruel, but it's the way I feel. I can't fight my honest feelings.